Jianghu (un mundo de artes marciales) - No te cortes

Capítulo 27

"Xuansheng!"

With a determined effort, she broke free from the two attendants blocking her way and rushed out.

"Sect Master!!"

"Double clean!"

Everyone turned pale with fright, but it was too late. Shuang Jing knocked Xuan Sheng over, and the two of them fell to the ground and rolled several times. Before they could even lift their heads, a deafening crash was heard.

"Watch out!" Mei Hua and the others were terrified when they saw this from a distance. They all jumped up and drew their weapons to block Xuan Sheng and Shuang Jing, but they were all swept away by the huge gust of wind.

boom--!

Pulao defied the heavens, falling like ocean waves.

The area around Cheshui was completely swept up, branches and flowers were uprooted and blown away, a fierce wind blew, and the wind rushed past his ears. Xuan Sheng rolled over to protect Shuang Jing, feeling countless small stones hitting his body like rain. He propped himself up and looked around. On the small hill behind where he had just been, there were countless deep cracks. A person stood upright in front of him. After a moment, he plunged his sword into the soil, panting heavily as he leaned on the hilt. Looking closely, he saw that it was Hua Wushuang who had blocked the attack for them. His upper robe had been torn in half by the wind, revealing his shoulders and arms.

"Ah Che, you have such strength. If I had compared myself to you in the past, how could I still be called someone who has conquered countless towers?" Hua Wushuang said with a panting laugh, but then felt her legs go weak. She staggered and sat down on the ground. Jing Shan hurriedly came to support her.

Che Shui slowly closed his double fans, his face expressionless, his heart as still as death.

Looking away, he saw Xuan Sheng holding Shuang Jing tightly, protecting her beneath him. Thinking of how she had run so desperately to shield him, he felt a sharp pain in his heart, his face filled with sorrow, and he sighed deeply, "What is love in this world..." He wanted to check if Shuang Jing was injured, but he felt completely powerless.

It wasn't physical exhaustion, but rather a heavy feeling in my heart.

It's over. It's really over.

Tian Sha, did you foresee this outcome back then, which is why you chose this path for yourself?

I've always felt that it would have been better if I had gone to be with you back then.

If only time had stopped back then.

You taught me to live with hope for this world.

You taught me to always face things with a smile, no matter what.

But... I'm too stupid.

I can't do it.

“Tian Sha…” he murmured in an almost inaudible voice.

Mei Hua suddenly turned her head and saw that the face of the man who was usually so carefree and arrogant suddenly showed the helpless sorrow of a child who had been greatly wronged.

Che Shui lowered his head, turned around without a word, and walked forward without looking back at Xuan Sheng.

"Master..." Xuan Sheng wanted to say something, but couldn't think of any words. He could only watch his figure grow smaller and smaller in the distance.

The images in the dream were exceptionally clear; how spirited and high-spirited Che Shui was back then!

He gritted his teeth, suppressed the heaviness in his heart, clenched his fists, and lowered his head.

At this moment, Shuangjing remained silent in his arms, but slowly tightened her grip on the clothes on his chest, as if she were whispering, "Xuansheng, do you remember what I looked like in red?"

These words were spoken plainly, but for some reason, Xuan Sheng felt a sharp pain, as if his heart had been ripped out and hollowed out. Che Shui's grief-stricken face seemed to be right in front of him. He involuntarily touched his chest, but he couldn't stop the feeling of sadness.

What does she look like in red?

Only then did he remember that in that dream, which was both strange and familiar, Shuangjing had run towards him wearing a blood-red robe.

In a daze, the woman in his arms had gone limp in his embrace, her hands tightly gripping his robes, refusing to let go.

Xuan Sheng was stunned for a moment, then picked her up without saying a word. Then, he did something he never believed he would do.

He placed a kiss on her hair, burying a sigh that came from the bottom of his heart.

Sanxi River: A Broken Butterfly Cannot Fly Over the Vast Ocean 3

Since driving away the group from Flying Eagle Fortress, Shuangjing has felt very tired and could only sleep constantly.

Each time she woke up, she felt as if she had died once.

During sleep, I always feel my body sinking endlessly, as if falling into a bottomless pit, falling like that forever and ever.

I always sleep very soundly and deeply, and when I wake up, I feel refreshed, but I am incredibly tired inside.

Perhaps she didn't have much time left? This journey had exhausted her remaining physical and mental strength. If it weren't for her superhuman willpower supporting her, she might have already died when she fell off the cliff in Ligu.

It might not be a bad thing. She thought this as she fell asleep in Xuan Sheng's arms.

But this sleep was very different.

The dream was filled with many voices, whispering softly, their words heavy yet firm, yet tender. Occasionally, sighs could be heard. Though her mind was hazy, she could feel every rustle of wind in the room. Those gentle words were like a net stretching infinitely in all directions, silently descending and covering her. Her body continued to fall as always, yet she felt an unparalleled sense of peace and warmth. The vague emptiness in her heart gradually disappeared, and the feeling of her heart being hollowed out was gone.

It should have been a sweet and peaceful dream, but for some reason, she was suddenly awakened by something and jumped up.

As I sat up, I saw that the room, which was made entirely of wood and green bamboo, was bathed in the soft light of dawn filtering through the gauze window.

All around was quiet, except for the clear chirping of birds just waking up outside the window.

After moving his hands and feet and taking his own pulse, confirming that his physical condition was neither worse than before nor much better, he slowly got up, shuffled to the table, and poured himself a cup of tea.

The blue-and-white porcelain teapot is quite exquisite. If it appears in a superior room at Jianrou Manor, it's probably some kind of rare antique. If Meihua sees it, she'll probably sneak it out of her clothes.

Shuangjing smiled calmly. When she opened the lid, she heard the porcelain make a crisp sound, and she couldn't help but tremble slightly.

She had heard such a sound in her dream.

Reaching out to touch it, the teapot was still warm.

She jolted abruptly, as if her already unclear thoughts had been doused with cold water.

The teacup crashed to the ground and shattered. But Shuang Jing had already rushed out.

Feeling dizzy and heavy-handed, she stumbled out of the room. Not seeing clearly as she crossed the threshold, she staggered and fell to the ground. Ignoring the pain in her hands and knees, she scrambled to her feet, gritted her teeth, and rushed out again.

Ye Shuangjing, the former leader of the Seven Stones Sect, was no less fast than Xuan Sheng, the fastest man in the martial arts world. Countless folk songs even described the two of them soaring over cliffs and riverbanks.

But this time, even though she was running like a delicate woman, Shuangjing felt as if she was using all the strength she had ever had to rush forward. She felt as if her internal organs had shifted, her chest felt like it was being torn apart, and even breathing was incredibly difficult and painful.

The voice I vaguely heard in my sleep became clearer. The man, more familiar yet more unfamiliar than anyone else, looked at my sleeping face, his expression steady and resolute, concealing his pain and suffering, and said:

"Everyone says that the Seven Stones Sect Master is the bravest woman in the world, and she truly lives up to her reputation..."

She gasped for breath in agony and finally arrived at the gate of Jianrou Manor. There she saw a vast grassland with a winding dirt road stretching towards the horizon. A person and a horse were on the road, as if they might reach the ends of the earth at any moment.

"But Sect Leader... I wish you weren't so brave. If I hadn't left Half-Moon City, you probably wouldn't have suffered such harm and danger. Therefore... leaving isn't the worst thing. Perhaps, I truly would rather see you in pain than see you get hurt. Pain will be temporary, and a woman like you... I wonder which peerless man will find happiness with you in the future..."

At that time, a strong wind was blowing, and the howling air currents swept up her long hair and robes, making them flow smoothly in the air like waves.

"Xuan Sheng is fortunate in this life to have the favor and affection of such an outstanding woman as you..."

She felt that everything in the world was rapidly receding, leaving only the blue sky, white clouds, green grass, and seemingly endless road before her, carrying her life's happiness, joy, and reason for breathing into the unknown, and then disappearing forever.

“Shuangjing… If there is an afterlife, I will surely repay you with my life. But in this life… I already have Shaohua.”

Shuangjing opened her mouth, and as she breathed, she immediately felt all the grievances, pain, heartache, and sadness of the past few years and months overwhelm her. Before she could make a sound, tears streamed down her face like crazy.

With all her strength, all her hope, all her expectations, and all her desire to grow old with him, she shouted with the last vestiges of air and hope that seemed to come from nowhere:

"——Xuansheng!"

The cry seemed to pierce through time and space, shattering all of Xuan Sheng's resolve and beliefs as he was leaving.

He gripped the reins tightly, feeling intense pain in every inch of his skin, every strand of his hair, and every movement.

The wind carried Shuang Jing's tearful cries, as if she had lost the entire world in her grief and despair.

"Xuansheng... Xuansheng... Xuan—Sheng—don't go—don't go—I swear I'll be good—Xuansheng—I'll do anything you want—" Shuangjing stumbled and ran behind, sometimes falling to the ground but immediately getting up. Her knees and hands were already bloody and mangled, but she couldn't stop her steps and shouts.

"Xuansheng—!" she cried out, and tears that had been streaming down her face for a lifetime suddenly fell.

In an instant, the fear and terror she felt five years ago when she saw him about to suffer the most severe injury returned, engulfing her like a tidal wave.

What would I do without you?

My dominance in the martial world was a lie, my unparalleled brilliance was a lie, my past glory was a lie. Without you, there is no martial world, no martial arts, no rule of the world, no fleeting years, no youth, no soul, no heartbeat—none of it all exists. It's all a lie.

—Take this crescent-shaped jade pendant. If we ever have a fight and I refuse to see you, use this as an excuse.

—The martial world? The world at large? How can those compare to you?—

—If something were to happen to you, not only would I have to kill all those people, but I'd also have to go to the underworld to find you. That would be such a hassle. —

—Double clean…—

In the hazy and indistinct, who was it that heartlessly left, who made empty promises of eternal love, and who wanted to grow old together?

You said you'd be with me until we grow old...

She felt the pain extending from her palms to her knees, and it seemed as if she was coughing up blood. The pain overwhelmed her.

Why is it so difficult to truly love someone?

—I am Xuan Sheng, and I request an audience with the Master of the Seven Stones Sect.—

—A newcomer to the martial world, I've never heard of the sect leader's name—

—My fiancée is seriously ill, therefore I am seeking medical help from the Frost Condensation Sect.—

—Don't act rashly next time. —

—Do you...love me, or do you love that bygone era and the once glorious world of martial arts?—

—I've been with Shao Hua for so long in my life. —

"Xuansheng——Xuansheng——!!"

I don't want health, martial arts skills, or dominating the martial arts world anymore. I'm not going to be the number one Ye Shuangjing anymore. I'm not going to plot against Flying Eagle Fortress anymore. I'm not going to dig deep to find out the truth. I just want you.

Xuan Sheng, who was gradually moving away, did not look back, but the reins in his hands were almost crushed.

He wasn't walking fast, but he knew that Shuangjing couldn't catch up with him at that speed.

Just as he knew, even if he didn't want to admit it or face it, something deep inside him was suddenly and violently crumbling into dust, and he could no longer have the indifference and peace of the past.

What kind of sorrow could produce such a grief-stricken sound, as if the entire world had been lost?

He could see Shuangjing's heartbroken face, her slender and frail body looking incredibly pitiful as she kept calling his name in the windswept grassland.

He could feel her heartbeat, her sadness, and her grievances, and every inch of his skin felt as if it were being burned.

But... we can't turn back, we absolutely can't turn back.